Break me, please.

[minxy]

Spent the weekend with not only great friends and lovely people, but also the lovely parents of some of my best friends from waaaay back; I forgot that one of the perks of being back in my home city is that my friends show up periodically, no fanfare, no fuss, just here.

One of my favorite people ever celebrated her 30th birthday Saturday night, surrounded by an eclectic mix of fascinating folk, and let me tell you, that's the way to leave a decade in the dust.

Only all the sympathy for being jerked around by my committee in politics and power plays and neglect has opened the floodgates, as it were, and I've transitioned from my 'grin and bear it, no one would believe it anyway' attitude to a 'why does this have to be happening? these people like me and are nice to me and I respect them waaaay more.'

I'm not sure that's a good thing, but there you are. I know for a fact that my most neglectful and problematic member of the committee will be in this city on Thursday and possibly Friday, and although he will not acknowledge my request to have a little of his time, I know where I can find him and at some point I will corner him.

Why yes, it is a supremely wasteful use of my time, but there you are.

My mom gave me the 'mean people are intimidated by you' pep talk and an incredibly soft hand-me-down bathrobe. Am wrapped head to toe in warm, screaming pink fleece. It feels appropriate.

My friend with a birthday asked what she could do to help, so I asked her to tell me stories. If anyone else feels like it? Stories would be lovely. As of this moment, I'm in the mood to be broken, just shattered. If you want a prompt for that? You could use the phrase 'Not who I expected you to be' as a starting point. If you don't feel like going that direction? Tomorrow I'll probably feel like something else. Anything escapist.

Things I've found on my own:

Rachel Sabotini's (wickedwords') Corridor Life, Jack/Daniel, S7 or 8, R rated, lovely.

A short comment fic from leadensky (who does Not Write SG-1), Operation Beach and Burgers, SG-1, S9, gen, G.

danvers has been at request fic, and I keep thinking of the Sam one, in which Jack and Daniel go native and Sam has to turn her back. Heh. I love Sam sometimes, because that is EXACTLY how it would go down. Also love sdraevn, obviously, for writing it, and responding to comments even though my f/b at the moment is more along the lines of 'hey, I liked this' than deep insight and meaningful commenting.

More from cesperanza's archives: Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead, John and Rodney on Earth, between seasons, with complex psychology and deep connection, very sexy. NC-17, SGA.

ltlj (AKA Martha Wilson) finished posting Recovery (link to first post), the sequel to the SG-1/SGA crossover Retrograde. Both are brilliant, the characters from both shows are amazing and the stories are incredible. Not to be missed. Also just posted today: comfort fic addendum. Movie night (gen, PG-13, mostly SGA). Really excellent community interaction.

siriaeve wrote Sfumato (without lines or borders, in the manner of smoke or beyond the focus plane) for trinityofone's birthday. Beautiful John & Rodney travelling and living after others didn't. Rodney's inability to name his realizations as they come was amazing. Fade to black slash, rate it a PG-13? SGA.

ETA: nandamai just made me laugh with this lovely OT3 piece: A.D.E.A.

Found another 700 words for Teal'c, but am still working up to finding the zing of the piece. I think it may be in an epilogue, one that is a bit of a sudden departure from the tone of the piece, but really the way to emotionally gut the thing. It's wierd how ripping yourself up creatively seems like such a good idea sometimes. Or maybe I'm just in the mood for abortive, half-arsed catharsis for my characters; which is a shame, really, as that was Not My Prompt. Oh well! Makes for better story, usually, and a much pornier rating.

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I know for a fact that my most neglectful and problematic member of the committee will be in this city on Thursday and possibly Friday, and although he will not acknowledge my request to have a little of his time, I know where I can find him and at some point I will corner him.

I really think that grad committees (or any committee) is just a legit hazing ritual. They are just testing to see how much you care. The more you stalk, the more you care, and the more you care, the better their responses!

Of course, I just finished my final project and am in the whole "not my problem - I turned it in" mindset. I will probably become more combative (and isn't that a sad way to view it) when it is closer to graduation.

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I think I like the 'legit hazing ritual' idea, since I'm having trouble with the idea that none of these people are inherently evil (I chased the evil one away, apparently, though she left slinging curses), but the behavior is baffling.

I remember the 'not my problem' bit, but then it took for ev ar for my advisor to get back to me with revisions and I realized I couldn't wash my hands of finished drafts.

I hate badgering people. I don't like who they are making me be.